if there’s anyone who doesn’t reblog this gif every time you see it then who are you & what are you doing here
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
A Dazzling Party, Aline Weber, Vogue Italia, 2014 by Miles Aldridge
why are nowadays all this 13 year olds getting drunk and having sex. When I was 13, I had my first love there was nobody that compared to my baby and nobody came between us who could ever come above she had me going crazy oh i was starstruck she woke me up daily don’t need no Starbucks.